Though she keeps it primped and primed,
somehow it doesn't give back to her.
In another life it may have been inclined;
but in this space there's just no root.
If she'd water it with her tears,
perhaps a harvest would be revealed.
But she's too laid back to cry,
must not get mascara drips of the eye.
Besides to cry; one must die a little death,
a little here, and a little there.
Not all will go that far, they recoil...
at giving in to vulnerabilities.
But all a garden really knows;
is that it needs that rain to grow.
Author notes
Her garden never grows-option-title
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Her garden can only grow when the rain of love comes to take its toll on her.The poem is unique for one thin and that is it is couched in metaphor and symbolism.Great use of contrast did help to make your poem revealing.
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Thanks VV
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Very elaborate, a touch of dark imagery. A poem telling feelings we all have, and don't want to give into. No one wants to be vulnerable.
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Yes, but sometimes it's the key
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Amen to that.
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a good poem, i like the tone of the voice here, and the poem is a soft mixture of light and dark imagery. nicely written
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Thanks Ian, this means a lot coming from you
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